By Queen Mob

Herbert Read Died 139 Years Ago Today

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Of a scarlet spider / Running over the bright / Green mould of an apple-tree

On Writing Poems in Cambodia

“Is Everybody In”?

/ Queen Mob / Misc
William S. Burroughs reads poetry by Jim Morrison over music.

Trading

/ Queen Mob / Misc
If you could see close in my eyes, the American flag is waving in both of them and up my spine is growing this red, white and blue stripe.

Macromancy

Poets Online Talking About Coffee: TJ Jarrett

/ Queen Mob / Interviews
Oh, you've never been with cicadas? They're around for about three weeks (either on the 7, 11 or 17 year depending) and are what one imagines when one thinks of plague.

LOST IN THE FOG: Wed, 4/20

traffic jam

noon

Outbound

Returned to the Earth

/ Martin Howse / Misc
The Egyptians say that their houses are only hostelries and their graves their houses.

Burst O’Teh Web

Darjeeling Oolong (Baba, My Grandfather)

/ Scherezade Siobhan / Misc
I remember the occasional moth committing suicide in a teacup.

TOMMI KELLY’S “FLORENCE”

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Click on the link provided if you are having difficulty with the 'Death Row Tool'

Melmont Moratorium

Macro: Call for Submissions

Sexy Snakes in Poetry: Column 69

/ Queen Mob / Misc
Fair lovely Maid, or if that Title be Too weak, too Feminine for Nobler thee,

Where’s LaBeouf?

The Tongue-Tied Mystic

THE QUEEN AND I

/ Christoper Morgan / Misc
In the end, the Queen was taken from us too soon, too sober.

LOST IN THE FOG: 4/19, Tuesday

Miss Power of Love

/ Masha Tupitsyn / Misc
He looked at me and whispered, “Okay, Miss Power of Love.”

Bed and Breakfast

/ Rebecca Thursten / Fiction
Don't feed my cat. Don't touch my fucking cat. Don't take any more photos of my fucking cat.

TEA ANYONE?